The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 55

After uttering those words, Madelyn dashed up the stairs in a hurry.

However, within just half a minute, a piercing scream erupted from upstairs, “Ah!”

Zach glanced upward, instantly surmising that Madelyn had likely taken quite a nasty fall, given the intensity of the scream.

Clad in his black striped pajamas, Zach exuded an even icier and more ominous aura than before. His hand shot out, gripping Jasmine’s hair tightly. “You’re so desperate for male attention, huh? Well, next time, I won’t mind bringing a few more men to keep you entertained.”

sensation in her scalp. Her eyes betrayed no signs of intoxication; they were clear and alert. “Zach Jardin, are you serious? Let go of me! It hurts! “She clutched onto Zach’s hand, carefully observing his expression. It was

to use your filthy body to do that again, I’ll let you experience the taste of getting fucked by multiple guys

desolate laugh. “Alright… But before that, Zach,

really need to sober up.” Zach twisted his neck, his gaze icy and predatory. He grabbed the still disoriented Jasmine from the floor and carried her toward the bedroom, closing the door with his foot. Then he turned on the faucet in the bathroom, pressing her head down into the sink, repeatedly,

Madelyn felt like she was having an awful day. Just moments ago, she had stumbled on the stairs on the fourth floor,

way to the bathroom and rinsed her throbbing ankle with cold water, finding a brief respite under the refreshing stream. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to take a quick shower. Limping slightly, she emerged from the bathroom, clad in a nightgown adorned with a cute strawberry print. Using a hair clip, she pinned up her damp strands, which clung softly to her neck, a few droplets of water glistening delicately. The cold, white light in the room accentuated her delicate yet pained expression,

had brought it upstairs earlier, the room now carrying the scent

tissues to wipe

to eleven o’clock. It was rare for her to stay up past that time. Moreover, the few

accompanied by the melodic chirping of cicadas. In the early hours of the morning, the distinct sound of a key turning in the